Me: Yeah! Ok..so.. the Arby's dude?? I was going though the drive-through with a friend. And we asked for separate orders, and then the dude was like, "11.65", and then we yelled at the drive-thru thing, "That's the total, right? We want it separate! Tell us what it is separately!" So he did. And then when we get to the window, he shoves his skinny, drug-addict-looking upper body through it and says,"11.65". Then my friend is, "We wanted our orders separate". And then the dude ... shrugged his SHOULDERS... and said, "It's 11.65. I'm sorry." And then I said, "Dude! Not as sorry as your GONNA be. Get your manager. Right now!"

Sis: Well, what happened?

Me: He got the manager and it got taken care of.

Sis: So, that makes you a bitch?

Me: Partly. But it was the lady at Cub that makes me for sure think I'm a bitch.

Sis: I need details.

Me: Ok. So I'm standing in the bread aisle looking for the pumpernickel.

Sis: AAAAHAHAHAHA!!

Me: What?!

Sis: You said, "pumpernickel"

Me: What're you, Beavis??! Anyway, as I was looking for the pumpernickel, this lady was coughing her head off. With her mouth wide open and pointed toward the bread!!

Sis: What??!

Me: Yeah!!! So I said, "Hey, please do everyone a favor and cover your mouth when you cough." And then she looked at me like ferrets just crawled out my ass. And then I was all, "Yeah. There's that flu thing? It's bad. So when you cough, cover your mouth. Preferably in the crook of your elbow and not in your hand. Thanks."

Sis: Well, what did she do?

Me: I don't know. I left and got my pumpernickel in the bakery section.

Sis: ......

Me: What?!

Sis: Well, you are a bitch, but not because of that.

Us: AAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

Ah, sisters... they love you, they protect you, and they are the first ones to humiliate you.